Grasped firmly in the palm of a hand coated with scales of white bone.
The surface of the Dead Silent Book was densely covered with white spots writhing eerily like ants, resembling clusters of closed eyes.
"Eye of Silent Death, Rune of the Dead!"
The will of the Essence of Silence Power vibrated rapidly, climbing higher and higher, much like the magma of an imminent volcanic eruption. The Essence of Silence Power within its body roared out, pouring into the Dead Silent Book like a vast ocean. As the disaster unleashed its strength, the jet-black book began to tremble gradually.
Not until the five black tentacles at the bottom of its body withered in an instant, turning into ash, did the Dead Silent Book respond. Within one of the white spots on the surface, an eye squeezed out, fixating on the silhouette of Golem Casio on the earth with a terrifying gaze, as if it had been firmly locked on.
